Islamic Republic of Hell

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Ann Harrison-Birthday campaign for release of Iranian student leader

"The 1932 work of French novelist Balzac, “A Woman of Thirty” (Une Femme de Trente Ans), is the story of a spirited woman during the 19th century. In “A Woman of Thirty,” Eugenie is the finest Balzac female character, radiant in generosity of her love. The story clung to my memory after first reading it at the age of seventeen. Eugenie perseveres amidst her own 19th century European society of pain and of limits on her aspirations. One of the lines of the story that has remained vividly in my mind was when Eugenie told Monsieur le President, “I know what pleases you in me. Swear to leave me free during my whole life, to claim none of the rights which marriage will you over me, and my hand is yours...more”

The Plague of Isolation

..."Always a moment comes when I have to face the fact that no one is coming. And then I realize that my separation from other people is destined to continue, I have no choice

but to come to terms with the days, the months, and the years ahead. In short, I return to my mental prison, I have nothing left but the past, and even if I am tempted to live in the future, I have speedily to abandon the idea--anyhow, as soon as can be--once I feel the wounds that the imagination inflicts on those who yield themselves to it.

And thus there is always something missing in my life. Hostile to the past, impatient of the present, and cheated of the future..."

Trying Hard To Keep Up With The Third World Countries???

"When you look at the... wealth controlled by the top 1%... it’s tempting to see our growing inequality as a quintessentially American achievement—we started way behind the pack, but now we’re doing inequality on a world-class level"~ Joseph E. Stiglitz

Ernest

"The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places"~Ernest Hemingway

The Last and Least Likely

Bitter Ruin

Tenterhooks, Molly R.

April Smith

Cicero: Molly Robinson

The Killers

Re-post to remind myself....

Picking up pieces of my heart and trying to hold them together without losing my cerebral faculties; it's exhausting. I feel like I'm walking on a tight rope called life. I look down and can't find a safety net yet. But the pieces of puzzle of my life are finally coming together and are in one place. At least now, I can juxtapose them in a more coherent fashion; then and now.

My heart's power cord is finally plugged into it's rightful place, the universe; not my ego or or other's.

The power is back on; the power of self-love; This Will not be squandered ever again.

The Box

My feelings lie frozen within me, encased in an unseen and unseeable compartment. Inaccessible and inert, my feelings do not animate and enliven my existence. They are a numb, dead weight -- cold and mute.

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